Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

241. The Rose Has Left The Garden 4/14/2010
242. We Are With France 4/14/2010
243. What Of The Darkness? 4/14/2010
244. Time Flies 4/14/2010
245. An Epitaph On A Goldfish 4/14/2010
246. A Warning 4/14/2010
247. A Lost Hour 4/14/2010
248. I Meant To Do My Work To-Day 4/14/2010
249. Lovers 4/14/2010
250. Ballade Of Reading Bad Books 4/14/2010
251. A Ballad Of Too Much Beauty 4/14/2010
252. The Wife From Fairyland 1/4/2003
253. The Dryad 4/14/2010
254. The Décadent To His Soul 4/14/2010
255. The Lonely Dancer 4/14/2010
256. August Moonlight 4/14/2010
257. The Cry Of The Little Peoples 4/14/2010
258. A Ballad Of London 4/14/2010
259. The Rainbow 4/14/2010
260. May Is Building Her House 1/4/2003
261. Sunset In The City 4/14/2010
262. An Ode To Spring 4/14/2010
263. Ad Cimmerios 4/14/2010
264. A Caravan From China Comes (After Hafiz) 1/4/2003
265. A Child's Even-Song 4/14/2010
266. A Library In A Garden 4/14/2010
267. Song 1/4/2003
268. A Face In A Book 4/14/2010
269. Soldier Going To The War 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Richard Le Gallienne

Soldier Going To The War

Soldier going to the war--
Will you take my heart with you,
So that I may share a little
In the famous things you do?

Soldier going to the war--
If in battle you must fall,
Will you, among all the faces,
See my face the last of all?

Soldier coming from the war--
Who shall bind your sunburnt brow
With the laurel of the hero,
Soldier, soldier--vow for vow!

Soldier coming from the war--
When the street is one wide sea,
Flags and streaming eyes and glory--
Soldier, will you look for me?

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She's somewhere in the sunlight strong,
   Her tears are in the falling rain,
She calls me in the wind's soft song,
   And with the flowers she comes again.

Yon bird is but her messenger,
   The moon is but her silver car;
Yea! Sun and moon are sent by her,
   And every wistful, waiting star.

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